Friday, July 27, 2012

"I'm very much afraid I
didn't mean anything but nonsense. Still, you know, words mean more than we
mean to express when we use them; so a whole book ought to mean a great deal
more than the writer means. So, whatever good meanings are in the book, I'm
glad to accept as the meaning of the book."

-Lewis Carroll

One
of the late-night showcases last weekend was hosted by Tim Mooney. After I’d
performed my set, rather than interviewing me, he elected to interview the
audience, asking “What the hell was *that* about?” He collected answers– both sincere
and snarky – then asked me to point to the correct interpretation. Doing my
best to keep a straight face, I asserted the most ridiculous one – something to
do with air conditioners – to be my explicit authorial intent.

The
story I was performing was “The Girl Who Was Frightened of Nothing,” and, like
most of my fantasy stories, it usually receives the same response: at least a
handful of audience members coming up to me afterwards and asking “What the
hell was *that* about?” which I typically deflect with a joke. When I don’t
answer, they’ll start presenting theories, watching my face closely to see if
their thesis is right: if they figured it out.

I
get that that can be frustrating for an audience: to have the sense that I
somehow wrote this code that I’m smugly concealing from them. But my reticence
has more to do with the fact that there’s a pretty fundamental difference
between how they view the stories, and how I do.

Tolkien
expressed a profound dislike – which I share – for allegory: for the Aesop’s-Fables
style, one-to-one connections that break stories down into clear, obvious
lessons (e.g. ideas like: “The One Ring represents nuclear power!” and “Saruman
represents industrialization!” – and in fact, I find myself wondering if so
many people don’t continue to regard the Lord of the Rings as being a childish
and simplistic work because they’re trying to break it down into childish and simplistic
terms).

The
hope – at least for me – when I write fantasy isn’t to create a single obvious
analogy; it’s to build an internally consistent world in which *multiple*
parallels can be found – and in which those parallels can then balance and
comment on each other in unique ways. Tolkien termed this phenomenon “applicability”,
and in my view it’s one of the things that fantasy is extraordinarily good at.

(That’s
not to say that I’m in the camp that believes that all interpretations are
equally correct, or that authorial intent wholly ceases to be relevant – to cite
one example among many, I remember one of my script readers suggesting that The Rise of General Arthur was intended to be an expression of love for the
Obama administration, which I distanced myself from pretty quickly.)

I’m
fond of puzzle plays, shows that require thought and reflection and analysis. Not
because I believe that these kinds of shows are in any way superior – but because
for me, they’re more *fun*. I tend to find work that lays everything out on the
surface tedious.

(Of
course, in order to be able to engage with shows that way, they can’t be
haphazardly constructed – it’s only satisfying for me if I have the sense that
the writer put more time and thought into the story than I did.)

So,
yes, I have some very clear ideas and intentions in the way that my fantasy
stories are constructed, in the images that I use, in the recurring words and
phrases – but knowing that process isn’t some kind of Rosetta Stone that
unlocks the hidden meaning. So I apologize if I seem at all glib or dismissive.
My ambition is to craft worlds and characters of sufficient complexity that
they have more to say than a single thesis sentence – and any answers that I
give will necessarily narrow the possibilities of those stories, which I’m
loathe to do.

About Me

Well, uh, let's see...I may very well be the world's only practicing non-Catholic, in that I attend mass weekly, but reject many of the core dogma of the church, do not accept the rite of Communion, and haven't been to confession since I was a teenager. I could probably create a clever rationalization for that, but it's mainly due to moral cowardice. I'm a capital-L Libertarian and serious enough about it that I've actually done a fair amount of writing and speaking on the subject.
What else? I'm a decent playwright with the bad reviews to prove it; I'm half-Chinese, half-white; I'm a high-school dropout with a GED and yes, I'm happy with that decision; and I have an autonomic disorder which severely limits my activity, although I train hard and possess a remarkable degree of mobility, considering. How's that to start with?